Here I am, completely alone in my house, just trying to sink in the fact that I’m not going to be seeing my parents for about two weeks. They’re on vacation on the half-nation, Dominican Republic, while I am left here as Master, Ruler and Overlorld of this glorified pigpen. At least until the weekends, which is when the fucktard I call a brother comes over and eats every fucking thing in the fridge, only to leave me with half a soda bottle and a slice of cheese.
I had yet to enjoy one full night alone due to some interesting stuff going on in my life, which had supplied me with some very welcome company ever since my parents left a couple of days ago.
These past few nights have been quite… amusing.
Ha!!! Amusing! what a pathetic choice of words to describe the best time I’ve had since five months ago! I’ve had more fun than a whore with a self-lubricating three-headed dildo with multiple speeds, remote control, and ribbed, for her pleasure.
But today is officially the first night I spend fully alone. After having one of the most nerve-racking days at my job, I finally get home to feed all my entourage (3 lovebirds, 2 fishtanks and a dog), lock up, and just relax. At first, the silence kinda bothered me, but then I started to imagine that I really did live alone, in my own place, without having to answer to no one. It was a very pleasant and liberating feeling, which made me yearn even more for the day that I’ll leave this cozy little hellhole.
But then it all had to come crashing down. My dad, that rare mixture of Homer Simpson and Bob Vila, decided to call and check "how’s things". And of course, to remind me to drop by his workplace tomorrow and pick up his check, then deposit it ASAP. Funny he remembered, since judging by his slurred speech I could tell the alcohol level in his blood was so high his plasma could actually be used as fuel.
And It seems his drunken stupor has not allowed him to realize there is actually a hurricane on it’s way here. God forbid he finds out, or else he’d have me on top of the house securing that horrendous structure he and a couple of friends have single-handedly erected on our roof, with no particular purpose but to serve as an extention of the warehouse we currently call a home.
I’m sorry buddy, but I ain’t gonna be up there tying cords over heavy blades of aluminium.
Fuck you, dad.
Ahhhhh… now, saying that was even more liberating.
After his diatribe was over and I hung up, I went back to that awesome feeling of independence and solitude.
Solitude. That means I’m all alone. I don’t like being alone. I need to have people around me. I need to… I need… him.
Even I was amazed at my sudden "yearning", since I’ve wanted to have some ME time for quite a while, and now that I have it, I feel like shit.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
If it’s what I think it is, this is gonna be one interesting holiday season.
